Andy's P.O.V

Emma paced awkwardly around the kitchen. Moments passed in silence before she spoke.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have turned you down like that. It's just...I don't know. Look at what has happened since I met you. I would not be standing here if it wasn't for you." she explains.

"Wait? So this is my fault? How about you? You were the one that was drunk at that party. You were the one that came on me. Not the other way around." I lie although I know I was the first one to talk to her. She looks at me wide-eyed.

"No. I know I can't remember much of that night but I'm pretty sure you're the one that gave me my first beer." she says slightly annoyed.

"Well who cares! Why does it matter?" I ask. She sighs.

"I don't know. But...I think I should go." She says walking into my room. Seconds later she comes back wearing her own shirt. She walks to my front door, but stops. She turns around.

"You're bad luck. We should have never met." With that she walks out. My body remained frozen as I heard her car pull out and drive off. My hands clench into fists and I reach the thing closest to me. A beer bottle. I throw it at the wall, breaking it into pieces. How could she say that? She seemed to be my best friend minutes ago and now she wished we never met? Does she think I'll quit on her easily? If that's what she thinks then she's in for a big surprise. She'll have to wait and see on Monday. The door opened. My hopes of it being Emma vanished when my dad walked in. He instantly saw the broken bottle on the floor.

"What is this?!" he yells. I flinch. He's drunk. Of course, he's drunk.

"Why are you just standing there? Clean this up! I don't have your shitty mother to clean for us anymore so I guess you're the new maid." he states as if it a completley normal thing to say. I snap.

"How can you say that?! She was your wife! My mother!" I shout angrily.

"Well, she was a shitty wife." he says nonchalantly. Fury blinded my vision as I stalked towards him, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up." I mutter through gritted teeth.

"How about you shut up?" he asks stumbling slightly towards the kitchen. Without thinking I push him onto the ground, kicking him repeatedly.

"You're a monster!" I yell moving away from him. He couchs looking up at me, hatred evident in his eyes.

"Get out of my house. Pack your things and get out. I never want to see your face here ever again." he spits. I stalk past him without a word, grabbing a duffel bag and stuffing my belongings inside. When my room is empty I walk out barely glancing at my dad. I was about to get in my car when he stopped me.

"I paid for that damn car." he says. I sigh and walk down the block leaving this shitty life behind me.

Emma's P.O.V

I reached my house in a matter of minutes and the lights were on. Shit. Of course my dad would be waiting for me. I sigh and step out of my car, trudging up my porch slowly. I unlock the door and step inside. My dad stood up quickly glaring at me.

"Why?" was the first thing he asked.

"Why, what?" I ask.

"You know what I'm talking about Emma. Why did you ditch school to go hang out with that goth boy? Why are being rebellious all of a sudden? Why are you making me seem like the bad guy?"

"Well sometimes you are the bad guy, dad." I retaliate.

"Explain." he orders.

"You never let me hang out with anyone other than Kimberly. And I don't even like her! She's mean, selfish, and spoiled. You don't let me listen to the music I like let alone sing. You criticize my grades, what I eat, even how I dress. I have absolutley no freedom in this house. I ditched school because I wanted to have some fun for once in my life! I'm not being rebellious, I'm being a teenager!" I shout, my face red.

"I don't care about your excuse. What you-."

"You just told me to explain!"

"But that doesn't mean that they aren't excuses. What you did is unexcusable. You know better than that Emma. I thought you were a good kid. Please don't make me change my mind." he says before heading upstairs. He stops and turns to look at me.

"And I don't ever want to see you hanging out with that boy ever again. Understood?" he asks. I sigh and nod. He smiles walking up the rest of the stairs. I groan and stalk upstairs slowly. I walk into my room and sit on my bed. I sit there for a couple minutes before deciding to take a shower. I quickly turn on the water, stripping down and letting the warm water calm me.

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I step out of the shower wrapping a towel around my body. I walk to my room quickly, opening the door and closing it behind me. I was about to drop my towel when a pale hand covers my mouth. I let out a muffled scream when the stranger turns me around to face him. I was met with a pair of piercing blue eyes. Andy. Oh god, what is he doing here? How did he get in my room. He let go of me smirking.

"I like that outfit. You should wear it more often." he says as if he's not being a stalker standing in the middle of my room. The words left my mouth before I knew what I was saying.

"How do you know where I live?"

A/N: Hiiiiii how are all of you people? Anyway...here's a cute gif of Andy. Byeeeeee.